Inktober 2026 19
Inktober 2026 19, Confused
Captain’s log, Day 19
Impact. Then nothing.
I came round hanging in my harness, the deck over my head, the ceiling underfoot. Alarms are screaming but I can’t tell which are real. Smoke in the cockpit. Instruments reading everything at once: climbing, falling, dead.
The lights cut out and I couldn’t tell up from down.
Through the cracked glass: mountains, and a column of smoke rising from the wreck.
I don’t know where we are. I don’t know who’s alive.
Confused.
